Ah that was right, he had after all just recently joined the organization. So he gave a bow that was far to fluid for a mere machine as he introduced himself to the Kalosian woman.

"I am known as Seraphim. Recruited by Rocket Beast oscar clayton. If that does anything to assuage distrust which I hope it will." He explained to her before righting himself with another graceful motion that seemed very practiced. Either he had learned that specifically for her benefit, or it was something akin to muscle memory for the man in the strange suit. While he awaited her reply he studied the room they were in, the crystablooms were interesting. Used in Sygna Suit tech, but he didn't understand that, nor did he want to if he was being honest.

Primal Energy was a task in itself keeping up with, he didn't have time for trying to specialize in another strange alien material. Though he might try to get a rundown on it one day from the one in front of him. If only to have a general knowledge of it, perhaps it could be useful to him in the long run.

"My first actual mission was the one at Mt. Pyre technically. I joined shortly after the summit that was held, and was thrown into the action almost immediately." He shrugged a little bit, a trial by fire wasn't something he was going to complain about. "You take very good care of these flowers." He stated simply, with such strange things they probably weren't easy to take care of. Especially in this environment, but she managed to do it. If she could see his face, there would have been admiration on it.

He could appreciate a fellow artist of the sciences, and was keen to learn about her specialty one day.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

"First allow me to apologize for not joining Rocket sooner, or learning who to speak to about Intel before the attacks on the Primal Points. I could have warned you all about the Leagues acquisition of Groudon." Though it was sincere, the deadpan robotic voice made it unclear, but regardless he wished he had a chance to let them all know. While it was still mostly a guess that MATIAS SILPH was the Avatar, he at least could have warned Rocket about the Leagues new weapon essentially. "While it means nothing now, I thought it prudent to at least say that I did have access to that knowledge, and wasn't able to act on it fast enough." He said with a slight sigh.

"Aside from that however, I have several things I would like to relay to you, and you can forward it to the necessary people I suppose if you don't mind, while I am still learning everyone." He explained, and then thought how to best navigate this. "Despite our horrible PR, I do believe I have acquired something that will knock the League off it's lofty pedestal, perhaps not permanently, but temporarily at least. To give us more room to recruit others who may be on the fence." And with that he brought up a video on his HoloWatch, and while it was a short clip it would be effective he felt nonetheless.

It was a scene from the battle between Melody Miro and himself. Specifically the scene where she asked for his surrender, he obliged, and then was sucker punched with a Dragon Energy attack from her Smeargle. Letting it play out fully, he turned his hidden gaze to her.

"I believe with the Leagues statement in their last HNN article about investigating themselves, and finding no wrong doing, this will prove all the more effective." Of course he could just set it out into the free, and open himself, even hold a press conference. However if it was done this way, he could maintain full deniability if the League came snooping at him. "I could show you the full video, but if the League wishes to tell only half truths, I see no reason to play by the rules." He spoke simply to her, and then he continued on.

"I also managed to gather an abundance of Data on potentially dangerous League foes we may face in upcoming battles. It would be prudent to warn everyone so they can prepare themselves against these threats if we want to be victorious. I am willing to share the files I've made on them, incomplete as they might be." Perhaps that would perk her interest a bit. "You could even help me fill them out here, but I don't mind doing the research myself either. Despite the pain it entails." A machine like chuckle.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

When she told him it was a lot process he simply nodded at her. He understood that it was, and was in no particular hurry to push her one way or the other, but then came her question. A gentle sound of robotic laughter came from the helmet, but it wasn't mocking in the slightest.

"What I want you wouldn't be able to grant me. Not without using up the precious resource we acquired on Mt. Pyre. That of the Primal Shard." He shrugged at her. It wouldn't matter if he told her, so he decided to divulge one of his goals to her. "There is a pokemon that I know of, that can go toe to toe with Groudon. I want it. I know mostly how to obtain it, but lack that one singular resource." He shrugged a little bit towards her as if it was what it was. "That is what I want, but it can't be given to me, so I'm not asking for it. Consider this just me garnering good will. Maybe we will come across a second shard, and then maybe I will ask. But I'm not so stupid as to waste our only one, when others probably have use of it." It was that simple to him.

He always planned for the future, if he good garner good will now, then things he wanted that hadn't come to pass yet he could obtain. Nothing ever came for free, he understood that, and he didn't expect handouts either. He would earn his place, his shard, and his titan. Then he would have his rematch against the broken sword of justice. Those plans were far into the future though. There were other things that required his attention first.

"Does that answer satisfy you?" Came the curious question.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

Of course there would be curiosity still, why wouldn't there be. He was here existing in a place where theoretically he didn't belong, but that didn't stop him. Upon her bringing up his hidden identity, she wasn't the only one that was seemingly put off by it, but it was necessary by his own standards. Not to mention if he was being truly honest with himself. It was sort of fun being able to play a comic like character. When you were rich, and bored, there were only so many hobbies you could do that didn't lose their luster over time. Eating good food, gone. Sleeping with models, gone. Spending money, gone. Charging into random caves, gone.

You had to get creative, and so he had just made his this, but he wasn't an unreasonable man.

"In regards to my identity, I would happily show you, but underneath this suit, is just me in my underwear. And I wouldn't put you in such a compromising position." He explained to her in that robotic tone. "There is also the problem of information leaks, maybe not from you, but there are others lower on the totem. If one of them found out who I was, and then decided to defect, like the three others over the past while. It would be a problem for me, assuming you don't employ pokemon to just wipe the memories of defectors." He was still new, he didn't know the ins, and outs yet.

"Perhaps when I feel more secure in my place here, you can see if I am man, or machine." he didn't move as she got close enough to tap his watch to presumably send the file to its intended destination, but she was very close, and he quirked a hidden brow. It was then that she asked him her final question, what did he hope to achieve.

"That is a good question....Perhaps my ideals don't align with Rocket entirely, but I will say this. Assuming I am not wrong about this organization, Rocket is the only one that has the backbone to do what is necessary. I know there is a war brewing upon the horizon, however it's not the one against the League I care about." He was being entirely honest with her, he had nothing to hide, save for his face. "There is a literal organization out to destroy our universe, to me that takes precedent over all else. Rocket has the means to deal with it more efficiently, because the mass populace expects us to act a certain way, and there is a freedom in that. So perhaps my hope is that, that little clip will sway more numbers our way." He tapped the side of his helmet as if it were his cheek.

"By my count, we are outnumbered, outgunned, and out avatar'd. So if a third party does intervene in our fight with League, we will be screwed, plain, and simple." To him it was all just math. "Enemies from other universes don't see us as good or bad, we are just enemies to them, and I am not going to hope that we can always set aside our differences with the League each time a new threat shows up. It's not feasible." Or maybe he was wrong.

"I'm just here to even the odds, that is all. What little I can."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

A robotic chuckle would resound from within his helm at her mildly teasing comment, the question was how much was a mask, and how much was real. In due time perhaps he would find out, but until then he cocked his head to the side as she spoke to him, and then asked him an interesting question.

"The answer you want to hear, and the easy one to give is of course Death." Death was simple, it was certain, if you killed the traitor it was a guarantee that there would be no leaks. Even he could see the reason, and logic behind that, though it wasn't an entirely foolproof solution. "It does guarantee silence, but comes with it's own troubles. Death renders others on guard, others come looking for revenge, and the like. For as effective as it is, it has just as many drawbacks. Especially if we are culling traitors that have made deals with the League. Having the League actively hunting us, is definitely a problem." Though he had his own method for disposing of enemies.

"I don't think we will always be safe in this place, but that is an issue for another day. The alternative method is simply wiping away their memories, and rewriting new ones. Though that can come with it's own complications, but if done correctly, can be quite effective. Memory manipulation is actually one the tactics I used on myself to avoid having certain truths revealed to Razz Kingsman. Thankfully during our brief encounter he didn't ask anything to obtrusive." Though he had yet to fully test theory, and shrugged a little in his suit.

"Regardless, if you want to know my preferred method, unless we are dumping the dead in a volcano. I don't like leaving tracks personally. I would rather leave them as a vegetable, alive, but not. As a warning to all else. Examples are powerful tools if used correctly, but this is something you already know."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

It was an interesting tactic that most predators did, some flowers as well. They appeared calm, beautiful, swaying in the wind out of sight, and when they believed you had your guard down they would strike. Amor could never pretend to know the womans intent, he wasn't a mind reader, but he recognized this tactic, or he at least viewed what she was doing as a tactic. Thus he kept his distance from her, and kept his guard up. Flowers could be both beautiful, and deadly things, they were not mutually exclusive, he wouldn't make the same mistake that he had in his garden that day. Her question was interesting to him still all the same.

"I am not going to pretend to know what is in your head Miss Fiorelli. Perhaps you wish to accuse me of being a possible traitor one day. Maybe you're about to attack me, maybe you just want to wish me good health." He shrugged a little, they were all possibilities. "Maybe you don't believe I have the backbone to sentence someone to such a punishment. I could come up with an innumerable amount of reasons to ask someone that question, but we would both be here for a while, and I am pretty sure you would fall asleep out of boredom." Another shrug as he folded his arms in front of his chest.

"But I do think you're about to tell me the point of that question yourself yes?" He was hyper aware of his distance to the door, the position of her Misdreavous, how long it would take for him to bring one of his own pokemon out should ti come to that. Though it was going to be a terrible first impression if it did lead to that. So he waited for the answer, whether it be one of her voice, or one of action.

Elisabeth Fiorelli